This afterword hasp of mis-anthropic venison
Was made cumbersomely in extremis.
De-caffeinated analogues stirring in one lump or two
Ambled to clap, stuck through to you like a glue.
Am I gyratory? Would this world re-instate me?
Mandible knots, I do not think that to be so.
However, cut, mount, mould and slipsheet
Some scheme of work - maybe room-hire
maybe disabled access and properly, inclusion
Everything crumbles by barter to the cost
of drywood and shelter from a killing sky
as it rains on the skillet of friendship
Lost loins and bygones - let this be our alley
One day.
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